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Chapter 183
Chapter 183 Wufu 20 Mine
After the little doctor said that, the boat they were on suddenly touched something.
Everyone in the cabin shook violently.
"What's the matter, have you hit the rocks?" Duanyang grabbed Lin Chen's hand and changed back to the nervous little doctor in a second.
"Probably not."
The sound of the motor stopped, the footsteps above their heads were clearly audible, and everyone was silent,
Suddenly, a harsh sound of impact drilling sounded on the deck above. In the dark space, the sound seemed to hit everyone's heavenly lid, and the stowaways retreated into the corner in fright. Duanyang raised his head subconsciously, and Lin Chen said, "close your eyes."
The next moment, there was a sound of kara, the wooden planks opened, and bright sky light poured down from above their heads.
The sudden light after more than ten hours of darkness made Lin Chen feel stinging in his eyes. He covered his eyes and heard someone walk down the cabin from the deck.
"Wake up, get off the boat." The person who came came shouted in a long tone.
He barely opened his eyes, only to see someone holding a firearm and kicking a middle-aged man who had passed away. There was no response from his feet. The man stretched out his hand again, trying to slap the middle-aged man twice to see if he could wake him up. , but the frightened villagers hugged their thighs tightly.
"Please, save my brother, my brother may be saved!"
"What, really dead?" The gunman probed the middle-aged man's breath, then pressed the middle-aged man's neck again, and abruptly closed his hand: "Damn, it's really dead, bad luck."
There was no other emotion in his tone but impatience, more like regretting animals that died before they were sold, rather than a living person.
Someone in the cabin began to sob softly again, but the voice was very low, and no one even dared to ask: Why are you doing this to us!
Any question is stupid at this point, and the breath of death spreads like a virus.
Another person went from the deck to the cabin. The person who came was wearing a loose green military uniform, and the epaulettes were buttoned at random. He kicked the middle-aged man on the ground again, scolded something, bent down hard, and carried him on his shoulders. The relatives of the middle-aged man knelt beside the corpse and wept, but someone tapped his shoulder with the butt of a gun, so he quickly followed the army.
Lin Chen and Duan Yang deliberately fell behind. The villager with red eyes and dark skin stumbled to their side and choked: "My brother's life is too hard, why do you have to deal with such a thing."
The salty, wet and bright sea breeze slowly poured in, and Lin Chen felt that he was being pushed to his feet and followed him up to the deck.
Sure enough, the ship had already docked at the pier. Looking around, there was a long coastline on one side, and blue to transparent sea water on the other side. The seagulls in the sky were pure white, like some expensive holiday archipelago. But apparently, the dilapidated military vehicles and blockades on the far shore, and the sergeants basking in the sun, told him that this was not a resort archipelago. In their neighboring country, Xinni, there is indeed an idle rebel army that has rebelled for more than ten years, occupying a small island area from south to north in Xinni. For many reasons, Xinni has not been able to break through here. It turned out that they arrived at Li Jingtian's hometown. Lin Chen looked at the dark and black reef ahead and sneered.
The villager kept chatting behind them, and suddenly, Lin Chen stopped: "What did you just say?"
"I...I didn't say anything?"
At this time, Duanyang also asked: "You said that the uncle just now, his parents have already passed away?"
"Yes, he passed away a long time ago. My poor little brother was probably confused and thought my second uncle and second aunt were here."
Hearing this, Duanyang seemed to remember something, put his hand into his trouser pocket, and pulled Lin Chen. There was some noise on the starboard side of the deck. The body of the middle-aged man was exposed to the sun on the deck. Two fishermen-like people opened a large net and wrapped the body from head to tail. thrown into the sea. Seeing this situation, Lin Chen felt a little tinnitus, he could hardly hear the wailing, but he was deeply impressed by the moment when the body was thrown into the sea.
Stones were tied in the fishing net, and the body that had lost its soul was wrapped in a parabola in the air and sank straight into the water.
Everyone on the boat looked towards the place where the corpse was thrown, and at this moment, Duanyang took his hand.
"Consultant Lin, did you know that it only takes a simple operation to save that uncle."
This sentence is somewhat inexplicable, and what is even more inexplicable is Duanyang's actions.
He looked at the young man, who grinned and gave him a wry smile. After speaking, Duanyang let go of his hand and walked forward as if nothing had happened.
Lin Chen was horrified. There was a small and warm ring in his palm, which was handed by Duanyang quietly by taking the opportunity to speak.
In the audience, Lin Chen didn't dare to look at such a thing at all, the ghost knew what Duanyang suddenly handed over. Taking advantage of the opportunity to line up to land, he and Duanyang landed at the end again.
"what?"
"I don't know, I just found it in my pocket."
"Is it yours?"
"I don't remember having this in my pocket. It was probably the dead uncle who slipped it in before he died."
"How did you know?"
"I remember that when Uncle talked about his parents, he seemed to put his hand in my trouser pocket. What do you think this is, Consultant Lin?"
Duanyang asked him that.
Lin Chen thought how could I know what this was, even if I was kidnapped, I could meet a stowaways who died suddenly in the cabin. What's even weirder was that the stowaways told a lie before dying and quietly put a ring The round iron ring that looks like it is stuffed into your bag. The key is that you also gave me something. How can I bump into anything bad?
"Aren't you a psychologist, can't you speculate on that uncle's dying mentality?"
Lin Chen felt that since Xing Conglian left, his temper might not be very good, otherwise he would not be as impatient as he is now when he heard Duanyang say this: "I'm not a fortune teller."
"But……"
"You're just a dying stowaway with a deranged memory and handing over his family heirloom to you."
"But you clearly know that's not the case, that uncle... that uncle is very strange."
"Where is the strangeness?"
"Gastric perforation is not a common disease in ocean voyages. How could he have a sudden gastric perforation?" Duanyang murmured.
"Stowaways, gastric perforation, why is it not common?" Lin Chen asked back.
Duanyang frowned, lowered his voice to his ear and said, "You said he had drugs in his stomach, or what hard object did he swallow before he set off, which caused his stomach perforation?"
"I don't know, it's your judgment as a doctor, but it shouldn't be a drug."
"Why?"
"Do you think that a smuggler with such a line still needs to smuggle drugs through human flesh?"
"You already guessed it!" Duanyang gave him a depressed look.
"A person who still remembered to leave a clue to you before he died. He was among the smugglers, and he wasn't a drug dealer. What kind of person was that?"
"It's not always an undercover."
Duanyang's voice was a little loud, and Lin Chen couldn't help kicking his calf. The young man stumbled, and suddenly there was a strange look in his eyes: "What did he give me?"
"This size is either a family heirloom or a positioning device." Lin Chen held the ring tightly in his hand, "This is just speculation, mainly to give you a little confidence in your life. Remember not to mention this to anyone. , fortunately he stuffed it into your pocket secretly, if it is given to you in an upright manner, do you want to make the whole world know about it?"
While speaking, they had been taken to a place that looked like a customs office on the shore, but it was more like the oldest transit point for human trafficking in the 18th and 19th centuries than a customs office. There are several wooden tables in the small two-story building by the sea, and office workers with their feet raised are sitting at the tables. On the ceiling, the electric fan is blowing. The house was crowded with stowaways brought in from all directions, men and women, and even people who looked like beggars. The office staff inspected everyone like animals, and there were cries and protests. They pulled women's clothes off, squeezed their breasts, and bargained with snakeheads.
After the transaction was concluded, the office staff took out the stamp and tapped it on their "goods", sometimes on the face, sometimes on the back of their hands, indicating ownership.
Lin Chen and Duanyang were taken out alone and sent to a corner table. The python and cheetah flags were erected on the table, and the office worker was sleeping on the table.
The person who escorted them woke the office staff and communicated in an unknown language for a long time. Suddenly, the office staff nodded, picked up the seal on the table, and knocked it on the back of their hands.
Duanyang rubbed the seal with the python and cheetah pattern on his hand hard, only to find that it couldn't be rubbed off at all. He said to Lin Chen with a sad face, "Consultant Lin, we have become pork in the meat union factory."
"Well, the kind that passed quarantine."
"Stop joking."
They were taken out of the small building alone, and finally came to a dilapidated military airfield.
A transport helicopter with rusted wings was waiting there, but there were no yellow-faced and skinny stowaways sitting in the cabin. On the contrary, a group of heavily armed mercenaries sat there. They had sharp eyes and raised their chins to examine Lin Chen. them. Apparently, they will be transported to unknown places along with these mercenaries.
This shows two points. First, the place they are going to is very unsafe; second, the kidnappers want them to reach their destination as soon as possible, so they choose helicopter transportation, which is more expensive than sea transportation.
Lin Chen looked at Duan Yang's face. I'm afraid, the young doctor who was covering his mouth and nose and was dissatisfied with the air in the cabin didn't know what a terrible situation he was in.
He glanced at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, put the relic of the middle-aged man who did not leave any name on his index finger, and finally his eyes fell on the blue stamp on the back of his hand.
...
Just as Lin Chen was searching his stomach and thinking about the meaning of the python and cheetah patterns on the back of his hand, Xing Conglian was stepping on a tree stump, holding a telescope, and staring coldly at Zarath's arrogant golden banner in the distance.
The python wrapped around the cheetah symbolizes Zaratul's ambition to swallow an elephant, but this is not the point. The point is that all the entrances and exits around the mine are heavily guarded, and it doesn't look like the legendary abandoned place for a long time.
In the distance, smoke and dust were everywhere, and the low cement factories were continuous, and some factories collapsed in half, exposing the rusted tower cranes inside. In the remaining intact factory buildings, it seems that some people are still in and out. There were even helicopters circling from a distance and landing in the mining area.
It is true that the mining area is abandoned, but the scale of vehicle access within an hour alone shows that it is not exactly what the intelligence says.
"Boss, this... is Zarath doing a secret factory here?" Kang An's uneasy voice sounded in his ear.
"Are the Gaomeng people really here? This is the trap you said? Why did Zaratul's militants drive all the Gaomeng people here?" This question belongs to the dynasty.
"Your boss, do I look like a fortune teller?" Xing Conglian said impatiently.
"Boss Xing, where are my clansmen, are they dead, why can't I see them?" The bar owner also pulled him and asked.
"There." Xing Conglian stretched out his hand and replied casually pointing to a broken factory building in the distance.
Modanaer grabbed their binoculars and looked at it for a long time: "It seems that there are many soldiers surrounding the factory building, why do you think my clan is locked there?"
"The places we passed along the way have already shown the route of your clan's travel. They were driven here from east to northwest, and they will inevitably encounter the long-awaited blocking of Zaratul militants. Since they encounter blocking, your clan will Choose to look for cover, if they are not killed, they will enter the factory to hide." Xing Conglian said.
"Fuck, that means Zaratul's bastards are besieging my clan, I'm fighting with them!"
After the bar owner finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and rushed over.
Xing Conglian kicked the person to the ground: "Sir, if you walk 50 meters further, you will step on the minefield. Can you go over to court death and not drag Lao Tzu?"
The bar owner was so frightened that he hurried back.
"Boss, what are we going to do now, the people of Gao Meng are really trapped in that factory building, what the hell is going on?" Wang Chao asked.
"Ghost knows, come here, go in and have a look." Xing Conglian glanced at Kang An, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.